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TEXAN MOTHER-IN-LAW, 

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A FARCE; 

IN ONE ACT, 


-BY--- 

V 

A. H. GIBSON. 


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A TEXAN MOTHER-IN-LAW. 


Mr. Max, Chief of Police. 


CHARACTERS. 


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Tim Whiffles, an Irish Policeman. 

Peter Skangroost, a hen-pecked Son-in-Law. 
Emzy, a Darkey Laundryman. 

Mrs. Lanky, the Texan Mother-in-Law. 
Belindy, Mrs. Lanky’s daughter. 



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A Texan Mother-in-law. 

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SCENE. — The Chief of Police’s office in Galveston. Mr. Maxwrit- 
at a table. Enter l., Mrs. Lanky , a tall , angular woman, with an 
immense umbrella and big basket; she sits down on the end of a 
bench , wipes her nose and eyes vigorously with a large red handker¬ 
chief. 

Mrs Lanky. ( loudly) Be you the galoot what looks folks up? 

Mr Max. ( starting ) Ah! I beg pardon, madam, I had not notic¬ 
ed your entrance. Will 3-ou please repeat your question? 

Mrs L. ( bringing her umbrella down with a vengeance on the floor) 
Do ye hear that? Then may be ye’ll not be so awful def but what 
ye can hear me. 

Mr M. I assure you my sense of hearing is not so blunt as you 
may suppose. 

Mrs L. Suppose! I never s’pose anything about you men, I knows 
all about ’em. But be ye the yahoo that hunts up runaway chaps? 

Mr M. (smiling ) I regret to inform you, madam, that I am oc¬ 
casionally obliged to resort to such extreme measures with refractory 
persons. 

Mrs L. Well, I knows all that; but be ye the galoot? 

Mr M. Yes, madam. 

Mrs L. Why didn’t you say so when I axed ye, then? 

Mr M. I did. 

Mrs L. Ye lie ! and if you don’t treat me like a lady, I’ll get out 
my revolver from this basket and send you on a journey to yer fore¬ 
fathers in the happy huntin’ grounds. 

Mr M. ( uneasily ) What is your name, and what do you want of 
the chief of police, madam ? • 

Mrs L. My name’s Bessy Lanky, an’ I live down on Skeeter Bot¬ 
tom along with my darter Belindy, who made a highfalutin’ fool of 
herself and disgraced me by marryin’ that poor-do of a thing, Pete 
Skangroost, an’ what der I want with the chief of police? I w'ant 
yer to turn out an’ hunt up that, dirty whelp of a Pete Skangroost, 
who married my Belindy. I want to talk to him on business but he 
evades me—if I could only get a good chance at him! 





4 


A TEXAN MOTHER-IN-LAW. 


Mr M. Why, what "did Mr. Skangroost, your son-in-law, do? 
Does he not treat your daughter well, and provide for her? 

Mrs L. Oh, he treats Belindy well ’nough, but he don’t show no 
sort of respect fur me, as everybody on Skeeter Bottom can testify. 
Then he told Belindy one day, he’d gin three hundred and twenty 
acres of land with a gold mine on it, to anybody who’d ampertate 
my jaw with a bootjack. Said my tongue was like the Amazon river, 
and my mouth was like the gate at the fair grounds. 

Mr M. ( smiling broadly ) He meant, 1 suppose, it was never shut. 
I do not see for the life of me how he came to make any such ridicu¬ 
lous comparison as that. 

Mrs L. Oh, that Pete Skangroost, is one of ’em-! He can sass back 
ekal to a Philadelphy pettil'oggin’ lawyer. 

Mr M. But did you ever try to remonstrate with him ? 

Mrs L. Ye bet I did—I jis mor’n remonstrated with him. 

Mr M. How did you do it, madam? By talking to him mildly? 
Mrs L. Not much ! I jis drawed him across the table by the bar 
with one hand, while I basted him with a long-handled skillet with 
the other; and you’d jis a diedsplittin’ yer sides laughin’ to hear the 
scrawny pup callin’ me mother darlin’ and pet! But it ’pears like 
Providence were agin me somehow, for his liar gin way and he lit 
out afore I had time to remonstrate any more with him. [sighing] 
Jis as like as not we’ll never meet agin, an’ then all the neighbors 
on Skeeter Bottom’ll blame me, an’ say I never did my duty by reas¬ 
onin’ half ’nough with the sandy-gizzard thing. 

Mr M. Be calm, madam; try "not to excite yourself too much, 
while detailing your harrowing troubles. 

Mrs L. Cairn! I am calm as an ole shoe. Ye see I like to talk 
about these family secrets—it calls up sacred recollections—it recalls 
to my mind Belindy’s first husband. It was real fun to remonstrate 
with him, his liar didn’t*gin any; he alwa’s sassed backed mor’n 
Skangroost will—but, lor! what a time they hed holdilP the inquest. 
That was over in Arkansaw, afore I moved over in Texas. 

Mr M. What made the inquest difficult to hold ? 

Mrs L. Why, yer see it were this. There were some of his re¬ 
mains in one of the corner of the yard, and a few more remains hano-- 
in’ on the fence, an’ there was right smart of him wrapped around 
the ax handle. The jury knowed me, so they brought in a verdict of 
justifiable suicide, or homicide, or else some other kind of a side, I 
don’t know nor keer which ’twas. But I am loiterin’ too much •’ I 
want you to find Pete Skangroost, fur me—you’ll know him by the 
brands I made on him wtih the hot skillet. 

Mr M. I shall try to do all that 1 can, to restore your absconding 
son-in-law. Excuse me, madam, ( rising ) and I’ll go immediately and 
put a man on the look out for him. [aside) Heavens ! what a crea¬ 
ture; no more womanly qualities about her than an alligator. Poor 
Skangroost is to be pitied. s [exit L# 

Mrs L. I knows how to manage the perleece. My commandin' 
figger and revolver will alwa’s do the biz. 

Enter Emzy l., with a basket of clothes. lie is whistling and does not 
notice the presence of Mrs. Lanky 7 who is eating a cracker taken from 
her basket. J 




A TEXAN MOTHER-IN-LAW. 


5 


Emzy. Hello, Boss! Here am yer shirts; done as fine as ary 
Chinese pig-tail could a did it. [sits basket dozen. 

Mrs L. My shirts ! Ye black imp ! as if I’d have my duds wash¬ 
ed by the like of you—what do you mean? 

Emzy . Oh, I didn’t see you, ma’am; let me splainify, ma’am. 
Dese am Mr. Max’s clothes—you see, me an’ my sister Ilepsy, keeps 
a firs’ class laundry up dis street, an’ do gentlemen’s wash in’'. May 
be you- 

Mrs L . Shut up, you gas-pipe; I don’t want to be caught talkin’ 
to any low nigger. I am a Democrat,—I am. 

Emzy. S’pects you am ! Towt you looked like suthin’ ob de sort, 
sure. Dere’s lots ob Demoeracks now-a-days; an’ s’pects de wimin’ 
am among dem. 

Mrs L. None of yer insinuations, you flat-nosed monkey. 

Emzy. Golly! JLook out, womin, how you calls me dem roman- 
ticky names—I’se spectable, I is. Belong to de bes’ colored families 
in dis here Metopolis. Tell ye what! better look out! dar am a law 
agin insultin’ aristocratic folks like me— now you mind. 

(cutting an antic . 

Mrs L. (wrathfully ) Leave this room, ye black villyan ! ( Emzy 

grins ) Take that, you nasty nigger ! 


Thrones basket of cloths after him as he darts out r. 


Enter Tim Whiffles , an Irish Policeman who hows to Mrs. Lanky polite¬ 
ly , while she eyes him with a frown on her face. 

Tim. Good-day, mum! Pretty fine day, mum! Hope you’re 
hearty, mum? 

Mrs L. I’m well ’nough ; what do ye want? You’re an Irishman, 
I can tell one as far as 1 can £ee one. 

Tim. Great reader of human natshure, mum—some people have 
great powerths that way. What do I want, ye ax? Why, Mr. Max, 
the chief, said as how there were a poor distressed lady what had lost 
her darlin’ husband, and she wished to ingage our force to look him 
up. 

Mrs L. My husband! you blundering, Irish gas-spout! It’s my 
son-in-law that’s escaped me, Peter Skangroost. 

Tim. Oh, yes, mum! I remember now—I ax yer pardon and 
thank ye at the same toime for settin’ me roight. It’s yer son-in-law 
that ye want, thin? 

Mrs L. Yes; and you Me better find him for me, or there’ll be 
sweet music at these head quarters. ( fiercely. 

Tim. All roight, mum, we’ll bring him back to yer arms quick 
as greased lightning. But first you will please give me, Mr. Skang¬ 
roost’ s descriptions; we must have that in order to know him. 

Mrs L. His description ! He never had ary one that I ever seed. 
That’s another proof of Skangroost’s deceit to me. He had a descrip¬ 
tion an’ never so much as sain boo about it—oh, the wretch! I’ll 
make him pay for all he’s made me sutler. Well, Irish perlieeman, 
ye’ll get no pescription outer me: if Pete Skangroost hed one, he 
tuk it with him when he sloped from Skeeter Bottom, 







A TEXAN MOTHER-IN-LAW. 


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' Tim. Parthen me, mum, but I don’t think you understand me, 
.at all, at all, at all. I mane, bow’d yer son-in-law look? Was he a 
big mon or a small mon? 

Mrs L. Oh, he was a little worthless, spindle-shanked, ladle-head¬ 
ed, lantern-jawed, scoop-shoveled-nosed, goggle-eyed, shriveled up 
whelp. Ye’ll know him when yer sot eyes on him ; there’s not sich 
another onry-looking piece of man flesh in the hull town, exceptin’ 
present company fur manner’s sake. 

Tim. That’s sufficient, mum. I’d know Peter Skangroost among 
tin million, (aside) What a poor hen-picked mon he must be-*- 
indade, an’ I’ll jist pretind to look an’ thus ease the old lady a little. 
Shu re, but she’s flrey! Her timper must a been manufactured in 
the torrid zone, it’s so hot. (aloud) Compose yerself, mum, an’ I’ll 
And the prodigal. Good-day, mum! 

(bows to the floor in mock politeness and retires l. 

Mrs L. Now, be keerfull an’ don’t hurt yerself being so perlite! 
May be the fool thinks I’ll fall in love with him at fust sight if he 
shows off an’ uses a right smart of perliteness. But, pooh! I 
don’t want no man—not but I could manage thirteen of ’em though 
if I was a mind to. I declare! if there don’t come Berlindy. 

Enter Belindy, r. 

Berlindy. Well, mud, I haint all of the marketin’ done yit. That 
old goose of a Jordan says he won’t take any more of our cabbage, 
lie says it’s wormy. 

Mrs L. Wormy ! It’s no sich stuff; it’s hisself, an’ tryin’ to lay it 
to the innercent cabbage, the old weasly dog. 

Belindy. I told him there was no sich cabbage raised in Skeeter 
Bottom, an’ he ’lowed I didn’t know; said Betsey Biggins brought 
in some finer’n ourn. 

Mrs L. Betsy Biggins! Why, I gin her her seed. 

Belindy. Then that skinflint of a Joe Baxter, wouldn’t only offer 
half price for our cotton—said it was mouldy. 

Mrs L. Mouldy hisself! Why didn’t ye tell him so? Ye know 
Belindy, there wasn’t sich cotting riz any where on Skeeter Bottom 
sile ekal to ourn. 

Belindy. So I said; but he ’lowed I'se mistaking and so, I posted 
off' up here to git you to go down an’ talk to Baxter, seein’ as bow 
we couldn’t strike a bargin’. 

Mrs L. Well, I reckon I’ll bring him to time; ye bet I’ll con¬ 
vince him an’ Jordan, too. 

Belindy. Oh, mud; ye havn’t hearn tell of Pete yit, have ye? 

Mrs L. Not yit; but ye bet I will or the folks in this place will 
see stars. 

Belindy. Don’t be too hard on him, when ye find him. 

Mrs L. Law zee, no? I’ll jis reason a bit with him. We’d best 
start right off so as to git our biz done in time to reach home afore 
sun down. I’ll warrant I can beat the hull possy of perlice force in 
ifindin’ that run-away of ourn. Come on, then; I’ll jis leave my 
'basket here till I git ready to leaveffown. 

(exit l. Belindy , and J/rs. Lanky . 


A TEXAN MOTHER-IN-LAW. 


7 


Enter Emzy , r. 

Emzy. Golly ! Jeminv Judy! ain’t she a caution? She am about 
as flrey as de forf ob July. I’ll jis pick up dese clean close what de 
Lady Macbest frowed at me, an’ put ’em in de basket before Mr. Max 
comes back. Ghos’ ob Pat Murphy’s dog! ef dat ’ad been a sausage 
grinder what she flung at me, there’d been a scrap ob crape hangin’ 
on to de laundary door-knob fur me. Golly! dat shirt’s mussed up 
mighty bad. 

Enter Mr. Max , l. 


Mr M. Hello, Emzy! What in the world is the matter? 

Emzy. Nuflin’ Mr. Max, nuffin; only tripped myself up cumin’ in. 
I’ll make dis job all right with you. 

Mr M. Never mind, Emzy. The clothes will be all right when 
you get them in the basket. 

Emzy. I is not sure bout dat. Here’s one shirt looks purty crinck- 
ledy-like—I mus’ a fell on it an’ mashed it. Let me take it back, 
Mr. Max, an’ I’ll do it up boss nex’ time. 

Mr M. It’s not soiled as it is, Emzy: no need to do it over, 

Emzy. ’Pears like I’d ruther if you are willin’. 

Mr M . All right, then, Emzy, anything to oblige you. 


Enter Tim , l. 


Tim. No news of the fugitive as yet, yer honor. 

Mr Max. Have you looked closely through every street and lane? 

Tim. I’ve been a loom’ iverv place for the mon, but havn’t been a 
findin’ him. I’ve been lookin’ down ivery strait an’ alley, but no 
Skangroost can I find, yer honor. 

Mr M. All right, Tim; you’ve been very faithful. Now you may 
have a short rest before we engage more elaborately in the search 
after this “lost, strayed, or stolen” son-in-law. 

Tim. Mooch obliged, yer honor, for the favor. Hello, Emzy ! an’ 
how does yer ixcellency stand the time? 

Emzy. Eery well, indeed. Hope your Hibernian policem’ship 
am uncommonly wholesome? 

Tim. Oh, yes, Emzy ! Have an appetite like a saw-mill, too; so 
you better look out, Emzy, 1 may take a notion to swallow you, close 
Dasket an’ all. 

Emzy. Better not try it. History speaks ob a man dat tried for 
to swaller up a whale, an’ de whale turned on de man an’ took de 
man down like a greased buckwheat cake. 

Enters from l., Mrs. Lanky, leading in Peter Skangroost by the ear , 

followed by Belindy. 

Mrs L. (to Max ) Knowed I’d haf to go an’ look up the pup my- 
gelf—ye an’ none o’ yer dirty crew have got sense ’nough to eat 
beans when they’re set before ye. 




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A TEXAN MOTHER-IN-LAW. 


Emzy. Golly! I bet I kin. 

Mrs L. (to Pete) Here, ye sot right down on that ere bench, and 
don’t j^er stir till I git ready fur to leave these digging, (to Max) 
Ye’ve no objections to my boldin’ an interview with Belindy’s 
man in yer old shop here, have yer? 

Mr M. No, madam; the office is at your service. 

Mrs L. It’s well yer didn’t object, fur I’d bed my way all the 
same. 

Emzy. I’ll bet a. plug hat on dat. 

Belindy. Well, riiud, make yer talk scarce, so as we can git home 
soon. 

Mrs L. Shut up, you huzzy. I’ll teach ye to sass yer mother 
when we git back to Skeeter Bottom. 

Emzy. "Wonder what kin de old lady am to de skeeters? Spects 
her tongue am her stinger. 

Tim. (aside) “Distance lends enchantment,” I’ve heard. I be¬ 
lieve I’d prefer to watch this scene from the outside. ( exit r. 

Emzy. Dat policeman am brave but too tender-hearted. . He, he ! 

Mrs L. Now, Skangroost, are you willin’ to show that respect due 
my gray hairs? 

Emzy. De old lady can’t be wantin’ a man, or she wouldn’t spoze 
de color ob her har. 

Mrs L. What do you say, Skangroost? 

Pete. Nothing. 

Mrs L. Now, let me tell ye once for all. Pete Skangroost, yer not 
to oppose any of my doin’s hereafter. An’ 3’cr to let me run the 
cotting crop. What do 3 r er say ? 

Pete. Nothing. 

Emzy. Dat man ain’t gwine to be cotched makin’ promises. 

Mrs L. (laying it off with index finger) An’let me furder assure 
ye, Pete Skangroost, all the eggs are mine, an’ The hens what la3 r 
’em are mine, an’ the corn what feeds ’em are mine, an’ the Skeeter 
Bottom sile what raised that are corn are mine. What do yev have 
to sa3 r now ? 

Pete. Nothing. 

Mrs L. (taking him by an ear while she shakes him by the coat col¬ 
lar) I’ll make yer say nothin’ to me. Did yer marry n^ darter fur 
better or fur worse ? 

Emzy. I guess it was for worse. By gum ! I don’t want no Texas 
mother-in-law. 

Pete. Don’t shake my teeth out, mother, I’ll promise anything to 
keep peace in the famity. 

Mrs L. Ye’d better, you sneak, you ! An’ I’ll run the famerly 
worship myself after this, (to audience) All you who have son-in- 
laws that you can’t manage, jis call on the Texan Mother-in-law. 

Emzy , She’ll fix ’em! 


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M. 

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NO. 

M. 

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33 

On the Sly. . 

3 

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87 

The Biter Bit. 

5 

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109 

Oilier People’s Children.. 

3 

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131 

The Cigarette .. 

4 

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146 

Our Awful Aunt. 

4 

4 

144 

T held a . 

6 

7 

126 

Our Daughters. 

8 

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101 

The Coming Man. 

3 

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85 

Outcast’s Wife. 

12 

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67 

The False Friend. 

6 

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83 

Out on the World. ... 

5 

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97 

The Fatal Blow. 

7 

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53 

Out in the Streets. 

6 

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119 

The Fortv-Niners .. 10 

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Paddv Miles’ Bov. 

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167 

Turn Him Out. 

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Painter of Ghent. 

5 

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93 

The Gentleman in Black 

9 

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114 

Passions. 

8 

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112 

The New Magdalen ..... 

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165 

Persecuted Dutchman. 

6 

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The Popcorn Man . 

3 

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18 

Poacher’s Doom . 

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71 

The Reward of Crime. 

5 

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134 

Pomp’s Pranks . 

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The Serf . 

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68 

The Sham Professor . 

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Quarrelsome Servants. 

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The Stud io. 

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Quiet Family... 

4 

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Turn of the Tide. 

7 

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51 

Rescued. 

5 

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The Two T. J’s. 

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Reverses... 

12 

6 

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The Vow of the Ornani .. 

8 

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45 

Rock Allen. 

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28 

Thirty-three nxt Brilbd’y 

4 

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96 

Rooms to Let. 

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108 

Those Awful Boys . 

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171 

Rough Diamond. 

6 

3 

63 

Three Glasses a Day.. 

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59 

Saved . 

2 

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105 

Through Snow and Sun- 



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shine. 

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107 

School .. 

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142 

Tit for Tat . 

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133 

Seeing Boating . 

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Twain’s Dodging. 

3 

i j 

138 

Sewing Circle of Period.. 


5 

151 

Wanted a Husband. 

2 

i 

179 

Sham Doctor . 

3 

O 

<4 

5 

When Women Weep. 

3 

2 

115 

S. H. A. M. Pinafore. 

5 

3 

121 

Will-o’-the-Wisp. 

9 

4 

55 

Somebody’s Nobodv . 

3 

2 

56 

Wooing Under Difficulties 

4 

3 

94 

16,000 Years Ago . 

3 

0 

41 

Won at Last. 

7 

3 

25 

Sport with a Sportsman... 

2 

0 

70 

Which will he Marry. 

2 

8 

79 

Spy of Atlanta, 25c. 

14 

3 

135 

Widower’s Trials. 

5 

4 

92 

Stage Struck Darkey. 

2 

1 

58 

Wrecked. 

9 

3 

10 

Stocks Up, Stocks Down.. 

2 

0 

147 

Waking Him Up. 

1 

2 

137 

Taking the Census. 

1 

1 

155 

Why they Joined the Re- 



62 

Ten Nights in Bar-Room 

7 

3 


beccas . 

0 

4 

64 

That Bov Sam. 

3 

1 

156 

Wig-Maker and His Ser- 



122 

The Select School. 

5 

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vants . 

3 

0 

40 

That Mvsterious B’dle ... 

2 

2 

111 

Yankee Duelist. 

2 

2 

38 

The Bewitched Closet. 

5 

2 

157 

Yankee Peddler. 

7 

3 


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HINTS TO AMATEURS. 

BY A. D. AMES, 


A book of useful information for Amateurs and others, written 
expressly for those who are giving public entertainments—and who 
wish to make their efforts successful—containing much information 
never before given. Mr. Ames has had many years experience, and 
in this work gives many hints which cannot fail to be of great bene¬ 
fit to all. 


Do you wish to know How to act? 

Do you wish to know How to make up? 

Do you wish to know How to make fuses? 

Do you wish to know How to be prompted? 

Do you wish to know How to imitate clouds? 

Do you wish to know How to imitate waves? 

Do you wish to know How to make thunder? 

Do you wish to know How to produce snow ? 

Do you wish to know How to articulate? 

Do you wish to know How to make lightning? 

Do you wish to know How to produce a crash? 

Do you wish to know JTow to make a wind-storm? 

Do you wish to know IIow to be successful on the stage? 

Do you wish to know The effects of the drama on the mind? 

Do you wish to know How to assign parts successfully ? 

Do you wish to know The duties of the property man? 

Do you wish to know How to arrange music for plays? 

Do you wish to know Many hints about the stage? 

Do you wish to know How to form a dramatic club? 

Do you wish to know The duties of a manager? 

Do you wish to know The duty of the prompter? 

Do you wish to know How to conduct rehearsals? 

Do you wish to know The best method of studying? 

Do you wish to know How to make a stage laugh? 

Do you wish to know How to burn a colored fire? 

Do you wish to know How to make a rain storm? 

Do you wish to know A short history of the drama? 

Do you wish to know All about scene painting? 

Do you wish to know Macready’s method of acting? 

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